Bramblepoint behind her tired eyes

She humored his endless questions, giving answer after answer. It was clear to him that all of this had been thought out very well. Likely the result of years of tradition or teaching continuously being passed down. He felt her parents should be proud to have such a knowledgeable child. Not to mention she had been nothing but kind to him, a stranger more than anything else. He felt pride, to know that the future might lay in capable paws still — despite whatever ravaged the earth here.

One last thing... He informed with a soft cant his head before it rolled back to a neutral position. I could be loyal to you. You've been nothing but patient, kind, and informative. Yet I cannot announce loyalty to this Klikalida which I have never even laid eyes upon, know little of. His gaze is soft despite his usual rough voice. He wondered if she could see where this was going. What do you propose, Worlida?